School ended on a Friday with an unsuspecting kiss from Moka to Tsukune, but will it be their last as Moka finally reaches Shuzen Castle? WEEEEEEE!
Part of her felt good to be home. Home was Shuzen Castle, when Moka was younger, she and her family lived in a manor, but last time Alucard had awoken, he had destroyed their home. So their father rebuilt in a more secluded location for a Vampire meeting ground. Moka opened the doors to the castle, the light shining in, revealing her in a long red gown. Where she had come from it was always wise to be proper especially from a high standing family. Walking through the corridor to the main hall sat two thrones. One was for her father Issa and the other...well that was a painful road that Moka would rather not go down.
In the distance she heard laughter coming from the dining room. It definitely sounded like more than one body of person was in there. Maybe Kokoa had decided to come home for Spring Break. Moka stood outside the door that led into the dining room, and took a deep breath, letting it out she pushed the doors open. The laughter ceased as Moka walked in. To her horror, everyone was here. Kokoa, Akua, Kahlua, Issa, and Gyokuro. Oh, where is mother when you need her. Moka swallowed her fear and glided into the dining room. Issa was at the head of the table, Gyokuro at his right side, holding his hand; Kokoa was two chair spaces away on the left, across from Kahlua, and Akua sitting across from her mother. Moka smiled at this seating arrangement. There was one chair left, the end chair across from Issa. That was always where Akasha sat. Moka being prideful as is took the risk and sat in the chair. "Well, isn't this quite the family reunion?" Moka gleamed, acting like nothing was wrong.
Issa got up, letting go of Gyokuro's hand. "Moka my child, what a surprise. I did not expect to see you here, daughter." He went over to Moka who stood up and inclined her head in respect. "Yes, it is good to see you too father." Issa, wrapped his arm around Moka, embracing her in a gentle hug, and kissed her forehead. Moka smiled and looked at a very disappointed Gyokuro who looked at Akua with concern. As Issa sat back down in his seat, Moka narrowed her eyes softly in the direction of Gyokuro. "Gyokuro, with your busy schedule I'm surprised to see you here." Moka spoke with a stinging undertone, as she inclined her head in respect. Though in truth the amount of respect she had for that woman was no more than what a snake would be given.
"Yes, well unlike some people, I can actually make room in my schedule to see, and spend time with my family, dearest step-daughter." Gyokuro said, not returning the nod of respect. Moka knew all too well that what Gyokuro was saying was a needle directed at her personally. Kokoa looked at Moka and Gyokuro, quickly and with fear in her eyes. She did not want there to be a battle. "How was school going for you big sister? Do you like being a senior?" Kokoa asked trying to show some cheer and positivity in her voice. Gyokuro rolled her eyes. Moka cracked a smile at the edge of her lips, but still stared at Gyokuro. "Classes are enjoyable Kokoa, thank you for asking. I do hope that you as well are keeping up with your grades." Moka responded, finally tearing her gaze away from Gyokuro, and looking at her little sister, whom she knew she had to be a good role model for.
"Enough!" Gyokuro spoke, annoyed, she broke the wine glass that was filled with dinner, in her hand, and let go of her husband's hand, standing up. "You cannot just waltz in here unannounced." She turned toward Issa who was also standing, and pretended to act like the victim, clinging to him, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. "Lover, please do something about this." She whispered, yet it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Yes, darling, don't worry. Moka, Gyokuro is right. What is the meaning of this coming here like you are welcomed, and then acting like a mother to Kokoa when you haven't been in, anyone's lives for years?" Issa asked with a fire to his tongue. Akua snorted into her wine glass, she guessed that her brainwashing had worked. She quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe her face.
Moka couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her father was never like this; never let a woman control him, especially what happened last time after the two of them met. "Father, what has happened to you?" Moka whispered in disbelief, standing up. "I'm quite fine Moka, better than I have ever been. It is you who seemed to have lost your place amongst the House of Shuzen." Moka inwardly flinched. Her father's words stung her, but she knew that he didn't really mean it. Something was up.
Gyokuro smirked into her husband's chest, looking like she had won the battle. Well, far from it. "Ha! As I recall father, you are the head of the House of Shuzen, taking no shit from anybody." Moka raised an eyebrow, folding her arms over her chest. Gyokuro let go of her husband and stood tall and strong. "You are forgetting your place Moka. I am the head of the House of Shuzen."
"That is where both of you are wrong..." A voice came from the shadows. It was an aura of darker matter than any Shuzen Vampire held. The voice was deep, stern, annoyed, and regal. The figure that stepped out had long pink hair, green, almost emerald eyes, wearing a black Victorian style gown. No one moved, not even Gyokuro who swallowed. It appeared she had underestimated her enemy again.
It was Akasha Bloodriver. Moka's biological mother. "I am the head of the Shuzen family." Akasha grabbed her husband from Gyokuro, kissed him deeply on the lips, and slapped him across the face, hoping to snap him out of his fake frenzy. Moka wobbled, and fell to her knees, shocked. How could this be? Of course! Akua you bitch! Moka thought to herself. Akua stood up, gulping.
"How dare you have the nerve to corrupt my family Gyokuro. Even your daughters are frightened of you!" Akasha sneered. Akasha looked over at Akua who was trying to leave. "You stay right there Akua Shuzen!" Akasha spoke with a deep commanding blow, and Akua froze. "Don't you dare lay a finger on my daughter Bloodriver!" Gyokuro snapped and aimed a kicking blow to Akasha, who blocked it with her arm. "She was only doing what she was told." Gyokuro threw a hand over her mouth, and looked at Issa. Issa was fuming mad. "You told Akua to kill Akasha?!" He screamed in rage, Akasha threw her arm out to stop her husband from getting into the fight. "Lover, I am here now, but please this is my battle. I've been waiting years for this."
Moka was still in shock, she couldn't believe that after watching her mother be sliced in half that she was standing here alive in front of her about to fight to the death. Wait to the death!? Moka screamed in her head. "You threatened my daughters, and you have corrupted my husband. This won't stand anymore!" Akasha bellowed. "I only did it because you won't Bloodriver!" The two Vampires gazed at each other with deadly intentions, and jumped forward at each other's throats.
Moka squatted; she lost her mother once, and couldn't bare to lose her again. She watched her two mother's reactions, and launched in between the two. Akasha saw this in enough time to withdraw, but Gyokuro took this as a great devastating blow opportunity, a devastating blow to Akasha's heart. She hit Moka with full on force that rang out through the dining room, smashing the table and some chairs. You could hear the bones in Moka's chest crack, and there was blood spilling out of her mouth. Why does this situation look familiar? Moka thought to herself as she was still in the air, unable to move. Gyokuro took a cup of water and threw it on Moka, who screamed in piercing pain, finally making impact with the floor, and rendered unconscious, her body jolting from her energy being zapped from the water. Gyokuro threw the glass on the floor and laughed coldly.
"Daughter!" Akasha screamed in horror, and looked at a laughing Gyokuro, who was too distracted to notice the slaughter coming in as a sneak attack, and her husband's guards. After the onslaught Akasha rushed over to her daughter and ran up the stairs, skipping by threes and laid her beloved daughter down in Akasha's bedroom. Akasha was crying, and running her hand along Moka's forehead. "Oh, Moka, you foolish daughter." She cried, and leaned down, almost solemn and bit into Moka's neck, giving her some of her blood.